Confusion

It’s a hot and prickly gruel It swirls and twirls while we fuel Our weary head in our hands The mindful world turned to sand I snick the snack of bloated greed Sell soul for bloodied coin to feed And sword rips down through and through Where once my heart but recent grew The orchestration of our wings Stretched and tied by invisible strings With angelic regret a muted choir Hums a refrain of life’s desire. I snack on the snick of unrequited love Riposte and thrust for that above Seeing through tears my lonesome fears That fence me in from all I hold dear Kismet beckons another course And I bow to feed fulsome remorse In the trough of hope and guilt I sway In the cathedral of pain I pray or pay What bright spin of thread is this That I could be so remiss To miss the full loom of strife As anything but the weave of life I sit cross-legged upon the ground The female rebirths and I am found I survey the field of my words And the rape of the reap that it infers My body settles against the pain And riding the wave in sun again It takes a breath for me sublime And bell-like and pure I hear the chime The puppies jump and make to spring What more to life this offering It’s here and now in my lover’s look And without a sigh I close that book